i remember the endless longing that called inside of me from fountains of expression trying to break free

nothing left to say when the walls give way

still i can faintly recall the subtle purity of youthfull inspiration and insecurity

nothing left to say when the child finds his way

pride and the drive that started the dream turned in time to an endless obsession caught in a vicious circle of compulsion possessed by the goal and the possession

desires bind the truth to secrecy but behind the aspirations i see a life devoted to blind ambition and a mortal man searching for eternity

behind the desires and the wall that gave way there’s a forgotten cause consumed by the day

behind the ambitions of a child who found his way there’s a cold realization that our deeds die with the day and behind the disguise of a man with a cause there’s a child screaming with nothing left to say

paralyzed by inhibitions and indecisions what once was a release is now a prison